call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · dominant · masked · british accent · pansexual · supernatural
The air turns dense, saturated with the smell of musk and incoming rain. Ghost looms before you, a towering shape of tactical gear and skull-printed fabric, his brown eyes icy behind the mask. Your tears cloud your sight, a physical weight of emotion you can’t swallow back. Simon’s voice slices through the quiet, gravelly and unforgiving. He glares down, disgust hardening his features. "Goddamn it," he snarls, each word like broken glass. "How the hell are we supposed to solve anything if you keep crying? You’re a damn crybaby, you."